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Monday, December 30, 2013

On some days, it feels as though the lyricist is writing a piece of someone's story, and in listening to the lyrics, it unleashes a gush of emotions of a certain memory - a memory that was long forgotten, buried discretely under the depths of time. Blurring off the image, often times, seems like an arduous task. Thus one wallows in the moment, lost in his or her thoughts, reminiscing. As the song comes to an end, the emotions and the memory that came with it, are buried once more.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Truth be told, many of us are where we are now due to the support and guidance we received from others. Be it our family members, neighbours, teachers, friends or absolute strangers, these respected individuals impart their life’s lessons to us and help shape us to be the people we are today. Most importantly, they believed in our potential, and that provided the driving force for us to move forward and aim for the best. This is the message we would like to deliver and inculcate in the minds of these children. That they too, have it in themselves, to make full use of this golden opportunity, to be the person they aspire to be. We are not here just to provide a quality education; we are here to provide them hope for a better tomorrow.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Stopped by the Chinese market and bought a pack of wolfberries (枸杞子) from a lady selling traditional Chinese medicine (TCM). The lady asked; “You know how to eat this?”, and I replied, “My little brother taught me to.”

Several days ago I received an email from my ‘little brother’. Many years back, he was a TCM student. Knowing how fragile my health can be, he would badger me to consume TCM medication and drill me with the terms. Ever since he shifted to Shanghai, our communication isn't as frequent.

I was having breakfast in the office when my colleague asked; “You alright? You have glassy eyes.” I laughed it off and said; “Guess the haze is getting to me. :)”

It wasn’t the haze. It was the short message that my ‘little brother’ had written in the email.

Friday, May 31, 2013

People cannot perfectly understand each
other. They can't even understand themselves. Understanding a hundred percent
of anything is impossible. So, people endeavor to learn about themselves and
others. That's what makes life interesting.

Monday, April 29, 2013

There are occasions when one chooses to shield others from noticing the very turmoil that goes within. Often, one does it with the perception that such a move would prevent others from unnecessary despair. But sometimes, does doing so means it invalidates the need for others to show even a meager amount of concern?

Masks after masks, walls upon walls, it has come to the point that outsiders can no longer find their way to penetrate through, or rather, they can no longer find it in themselves to break through it, to peel off the layers to discover what lies beneath the opus of the gatekeeper - a fortified barrier, encasing the self.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Regular day at work. Armed with my pen and stapled pieces of rough paper, I approached the little boy. Reserved and apprehensive to a certain extent, he mellowed down after I spent a good 2 minutes coaxing him, indicating that I wouldn't take too much of his time. Wedged in between a couple of his 8-year-old cousins, I began the journey to venture down his train of thoughts.

Halfway through, I begin to wonder,

Just where does the sheer joy in the simplicity of life disappear to as soon as someone crosses over to adulthood?

And I reflected on the very thing that had bothered me recently. Something that was not out of the ordinary at all, but served as a haunting disturbance that consistently taunted me to probe my thoughts to the other side of the spectrum, with questions left unanswered.

In trying to find a way out, I questioned the 2 most crucial points I hold dearly ...

Where does my sincerity lies?

And can I salvage an ounce of gratitude beneath all the dirt and rubble?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Keeping mum on the many issues that penetrate through the mind. Do not be swayed. Do not be dismayed. For every circumstance, under every situation, there is bound to be a logical explanation. There is substance, despite not having the ability to fully comprehend it. This is the reality. Not all that seems to be, is the real existence of things.

At times, the mind is even led to place full trust on the vague dream-scape. Entangled in the web. Not knowing where to begin. The search for an ounce of truth. As life goes on, the mind weaves its thoughts. Threading carefully so as to not be shredded by the crimson ripples that exist in the darkened chambers. The tear is there. Being stretched every now and then. A path that is less traveled. Press on.